Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.